Okay, so here it is! By unanimous vote, the second chapter to Ginny's Fall! Crowd cheers LOL! Anyway, thanks to all of my reviewers who wished me to get well soon. I am pleased to say that I have been on my feet for a week, and unfortunately have to do gym this week, YUCK! Also, thank you to Lizzy101 for beta-reading this! She takes forever sometimes, but she eventually gets it done! LOL! JJK! So here's the second chapter! This may not be well beta-read, but Lizzy101 is sick, and her brain isn't working!

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Ginny hobbled up to the girls' dormitory and changed into her pajamas as quickly as she could. (AN: it is really hard to change and get dressed on crutches!) She then hobbled back down to the common room and started a fire with her wand. She was just beginning to fall asleep when she heard voices outside the portrait hole, laughing and joking around. The Gryffindor Quidditch Team walked into the common room, freshly clothed and showered. They spotted Ginny sitting on the couch near the fire and came over to sit by her.

"How're you doing, Gin?" Ron asked her, as he sat in an armchair next to the couch.

"I'm fine," Ginny said, as she repositioned her foot on the cushion, it was stretched out on, on the couch, "I just want to kill that filthy bugger, Malfoy," she said, with malice in her voice.

"That can be arranged," Fred, George, and Harry said as they too took up positions near her.

"We have an experimental toffee that we can slip into his food. It really would do us some good to get back at that prat," Fred told her.

"Yeah, you just give us the word, Gin, and he'll be our new guinea-pig," George offered.

"No!" Ginny said, trying to get off of the couch but falling back as a sharp pain ran through her ankle and up through her leg, "I want to get Malfoy back on my own! No help from you two! Don't you dare do anything to him, or you will find the worse bat-boogey hex on you that you have ever seen!"

"Okay! Okay! Just calm down! We promise we will let you get your own revenge on Malfoy!" Fred and George said in unison.

"Good," Ginny said, wincing as another sharp pain ran up her leg.

"Maybe you should take some of that potion Madame Pomfrey gave you," Hermione suggested. Everyone turned to stare at her. Nobody had seen her come in, let alone sit on Ron's lap, where she was currently perched.

"No, I'm fine," Ginny insisted, "I'm just a little tired from the match, that's all."

"Well, then maybe you should go to bed," Hermione persisted, "I'm just about to head up myself, if you need any help."

"No, I just want to stay down here for awhile," Ginny told Hermione as Hermione got up off Ron's lap and headed for the girls' dormitory.

"You know what," Ron said as he too got up and started heading towards the boys' dormitory, "I'm wiped out too. I'm heading to bed."

"Us too," Fred and George said together as they too headed off up the stairs. The common room was now empty except for Harry and Ginny.

"Aren't you going to bed too, Harry?" Ginny asked, secretly hoping that he wasn't.

"No, I think I'm going to do my Transfiguration essay. I really don't want to lose house points for not getting it done," he said as he pulled his Transfiguration things out of his bag leaning against one of the tables. He moved over to one of the tables somewhat close to the fire, and consequently closer to her, and started working on it.

Ginny sat on the couch and stared at the fire. She continued to stare at it, her mind clear, until she caught Harry looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She looked over at him and he quickly looked away. After about five minutes later, she caught him doing the same thing. This happened two more times.

'Why does he keep looking over at me?' she thought to herself, 'Do I have something on my face or something?'

'No,' her subconscious told her, 'As I said before, he likes you.'

'No he doesn't,' her other self replied, 'He likes Cho.'

'He hasn't liked Cho since his fifth year.'

'Well, it doesn't matter. If he liked Cho, then there is no way he would like somebody as plain and ordinary as I am.'

'Plain? Ordinary? Since when have you thought of yourself as plain and ordinary?'

'Well, compared to Cho, I am plain and ordinary.'

'Right. You, the fire-headed girl with the temper to match, the witch with the best scores in her class, the only girl of the entire Weasley family! Hah! Yeah. Right. You're really plain and ordinary!'

'Would you just shut up! I don't want to think about this right now! I just want to clear my mind!'

'Fine, but you're going to have to deal with that fact at some point in time.'

With that, Ginny resumed her intense scrutiny of the fire, only too aware of a raven-haired boy only a few feet away. Eventually, her eyes grew heavy and she fell asleep on the couch.

Harry sat at a round, wooden table only about five feet away from the fire and Ginny. 'Why didn't I just go upstairs with everyone else?' he thought to himself, 'I am just as tired as they are.'

'Because,' his subconscious told him, 'you like her and are worried about her.'

'What! No I'm not! I mean, yes I am worried about her, but I don't like her!'

'Then why didn't you go upstairs when you know that you are tired instead of working on your Transfiguration essay, which you know isn't due until Monday?'

'I don't know! I just wanted to get it done!'

'Yeah, sure. Look at her over there,' his subconscious said as Harry complied, 'The firelight is bringing out the auburn and strawberry-blonde color in her hair!'

'You're right!'

'Of course I am.'

'No! Ginny's just a really good friend! I shouldn't be thinking of her like this!'

'Uh-huh. Right, and that's why you carried her up to the hospital wing when one of her brothers could have done it?'

'Well, I'm the fastest on the team, so I thought that I could get her there quicker.'

'And that's why you stayed behind earlier when she got out of the hospital wing?'

'I thought she might need help getting up the stairs!'

'And that's why you are sitting here, glancing over at her every five minutes or so, instead of in your warm bed sound asleep?'

'Look! I don't want to talk about it! Just leave me alone!'

'Fine. But you're going to have to face the facts someday.'

After about ten minutes of scratching out everything that he wrote, Harry packed up his things and started walking upstairs. He glanced over at Ginny. She was asleep on the couch, shivering. He walked over to her and placed the blanket over her that was on the back of the couch. He was just about to turn around and head back upstairs when he bent down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She rolled over in her sleep, and he went upstairs to bed.

So what did you think? Please R&R! BTW, in this story, Fred and George came to watch the quidditch game and are spending the night in their old dormitories.

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